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The rain still hadn't fallen, the air was stuffy, and there didn't seem to be a trace of wind in the air, as if something was accumulating.

The attack of the insects outside the green "city wall" has slowed down slightly, but the situation inside the "city wall" is extremely unoptimistic.

Many "Ancient Trees" are surrounded by "carrion scarabs", relying on the stone-throwing protection of the "Ancient Protectors", the slightly smaller "Wind Ancient Tree" and the slightly larger "Knowledge Ancient Tree" cooperate inside and outside to form a structure, and the "War Ancient Tree" is responsible for cleaning up the fish that have slipped through the net, and they gradually form a smaller protective circle to protect the elves in it.

It's not that these low-level bugs are so powerful, it's just that their methods are too dirty.

The rough-skinned "ancient tree" is not afraid of these agile and cunning little insects, but that doesn't mean that the elves are not afraid either. At the slightest carelessness, they will burrow through the cracks in the elven leather armor into the warriors' bodies, and within a few moments they will completely gnaw at their internal organs, and eventually even lay disgusting eggs!

When you are horrified to find that some disgusting slime-stained "carrion scarab beetles" have emerged from the corpses of your former close comrades-in-arms, friends who have been with you day and night, and even blood relatives, that fear is no longer offset by the so-called tribal glory. The situation inside the tribe without defense was more critical than the battle on the "walls".

After all, there are a large number of elven warriors on the front line who can be used as the mainstay, but this has changed from the rear to the rear of the "front line" in one fell swoop, and there are only some old and weak women and children!

Listening to the miserable screams of his relatives who could not bear to turn into "carrion scarabs", Elder Brian couldn't hold back any longer, and no longer cared about the so-called "front-line defense", regardless of the obstruction of most of the remaining elders, he jumped down from the "city wall".

"Roar!" Elder Brian turned into a "jungle bear" covered his body with scars because he hadn't deformed for too long!

"Bear form?!" Everyone was very surprised by the hidden Elder Brian, but they didn't expect that this thin Elder Brian, who was usually called a "thin monkey" by Hu Yu, was actually a "half-druid", and judging from the dense scars on the body of the "Jungle Giant Bear", he was still subordinate to the claw druid vein with extremely rich combat experience!

"Traces of the Claws!" (Self-breakthrough in "Bear Form", giving "Jungle Bear" the ability to unleash magic)

"Roar!" (Increases allies' morale and attack damage somewhat)

Unleashed the natural skills that only two clawed druids possessed one after another, and a powerful blood boiling energy filled the range of his roar, and the elves seemed to have regained their courage!

However, what worries everyone's heartstrings the most is the peak showdown between Francis and Anubrekan, after all, this is directly related to the direction of the whole situation.

Facing the Crypt Lord's "Anubrekan's dense "cone thorns", Francis was in a difficult situation, because he found that he had no way to start! Francis had no doubt that if he punched these sharp "cone thorns", he would definitely pay a lot more than this "big bug"!

Before Francis could come up with a countermeasure, Anubrekan's blurry half of his body, which had been plagued by the "space trap", had begun to rapidly transform into a physical entity, struggling, and was about to break free from the restraints.

"Divine Power Weakness Scan!" Hu Yu began to pray for the help of the "Godhead".

"Ding" deducts 200 of the power of faith, the current faith value is 118, the power of faith is insufficient, and the scan of divine power weakness fails.

Hu Yu looked confused, couldn't he give credit first? ! Then he communicated with the "Godhead", but he got a disappointing answer:

"The battle does not involve the safety of the body and cannot be triggered. ”

It turned out that only when it came to things related to Hu Yu or a battle could the power of faith be deducted in advance and then returned, but from beginning to end, Lao Hu had not had any confrontation with the "Crypt Lord" Anubrekan, whether it was head-on or side-to-side, which stumped Hu Yu.

"Could it be that after this 'big bug' has eliminated these elves, can I still spare my life?" Facing such a rigid "godhead", Hu Yu couldn't help but feel angry.

"Dragon's Breath!" On the other side, Francis saw that this "Crypt Lord" was so hard, and he also gave up his intention to break its defenses from the outside, took a deep breath of turbidity, and a stream of silver-white dragon breath sprayed towards the "big bug" slashing his head and face. Judging from the color alone, this silver-white dragon breath is higher than the bright red dragon breath of the so-called "Yan Dragon" and "Red Dragon", but because of its size, it is much less than the number of dragon breath of ordinary other dragons.

Suddenly, the battlefield that was already gloomy and stuffy because of the weather became even hotter. The scorched "Crypt Lord" screamed uncontrollably, but it didn't seem to show any signs of being severely damaged. You still have the upper hand, but your enemies are in danger when they play their cards.

Looking at Anubrekan, the "Crypt Lord" who was about to break free from the shackles and had a hideous face, Francis, as a "dragon", began to feel uneasy. It has not participated in many battles in the "Silver Dragon City" for many years, let alone learned from it the belief that it is a battle that regards death as home.

It wants to take refuge in the so-called "goddess of nature", but in a sense it is in a non-life-threatening situation. Although he is not strong and is easy to cause trouble, Francis values his life more than anyone else.

"Locust swarm!" Under the protection of the "Thorn Shield", the "Crypt Lord" who had breathed his breath gave Francis another heavy blow.

Anubrekan flapped his wings, a rancid, rancid breath came, and a steady stream of cursed "swarms of locusts" appeared and flew around the lord's wings, sucking away the living creatures around them and passing the flesh of the victims to the "Crypt Lord".

This is an indiscriminate attack at all, because, along with the "carrion scarab" belonging to the same camp, the cursed "locust swarm" will not let go at all!

For a time, severed limbs flew across the battlefield, and the exclamations of the elves accompanied the screams of the insects played the music of hell.

Absorbing the flesh and blood power of the "victims" transmitted by the "locust swarm", under the "cone stab", Anubrekan's bloody wounds that had just been hammered by Francis began to gradually heal, and in the blink of an eye, a full state of "Crypt Lord" actually stood in front of everyone again!

Shocked by Anubrekan's rejuvenating momentum, Francis took a few steps backwards, and unnoticed that his feet went limp, and he tripped over the stump of the "Ancient Tree of Knowledge" that had been cut in half.

Francis was so scared that it was even ready to flapp its wings and leave this mess to run away!

At this critical moment, there was a sudden violent sound, and a majestic chubby figure riding the "White Tiger of Language" was born!

It turned out to be our "divine messenger" Hu Yu!

"Sometimes, it is not necessarily the white tiger mm who rides the white tiger, and it may also be Lao Hu!"